(Olson/Louris/Perlman)Come to WichitaWon't be there in forty daysThis is an evil landBrings a devil's cloudTake a messageTo abide in what you ownAnd there'll be no moreNo more people singingLa la laIn one morning you will be mineWhere the fields are smilingNo more people singingLa la laIn one morning you will be mineWhere the fields are smilingWhere the fields are smilingThere by crook and fireAnd the squatter's rightsDon't your cheek get soreAnd your mouth get drySevens on your sleeveHaven't counted daysThen he slouches homeTo your loved ones gatesLa la laIn one morning you will be mineWhere the fields are smilingNo more people singingLa la laIn one morning you will be mineWhere the fields are smilingWhere the fields are smilingWith my pockets tornBy a whirlwindMan takes what it needsTurns you inside outCome to WichitaWon't be there in forty daysThis is an evil landBrings a devil's cloudLa la laIn one morning you will be mineWhere the fields are smilingNo more people singingLa la laIn one morning you will be mineWhere the fields are smilingWhere the fields are smiling